As the jet touched down and the engines powered down, Zephyr stood up from his seat and made his way to the door. With a smooth motion, he opened it and stepped out onto the tarmac. Waiting for him was a sleek black limousine, its windows tinted and its presence commanding.
A line of men in black suits, each wearing sunglasses and earpieces, stood at attention beside the limo. As Zephyr approached, they bowed at the same time, a sign of respect for the Guild Master. One of them unrolled a red carpet from the jet's stairs to the limo, creating a path fit for royalty.
"Welcome, sir," they said in unison, their voices crisp and professional.
Zephyr acknowledged them with a nod, and a small smie. He proceeded towards the open limo door, his movements graceful. As he stepped inside, one of the men in black closed the door behind him with a soft click.
